black rose poetry

everyone calls me a goth, but that come no where near to explaining what i really am. i have no classification, no direction; i am not original, i am myself, i do what i do, i write what i know, i experience what i want and i believe....

Thursday, December 01, 2005

i remember red

this but the first part in a series of poems that i have written. the first one- i remember red- is actually a complete makeover of some poems that my eighth grade class wrote for a homework assignment. the others are totally made by me on inspiriations in my head.
but on with it already, the poem:

i remember red, the color of the fire that destroys everything,
the red fireworks in the park on Labor Day.
i remember red, the lush blood tainted sky, stretching over land and sea,
the sunset during the summer.
i remember red, my red blood on the white snow,
roses on a vine.
i remember red, the fierce hatred in his eyes,
and of love.
of my brother's cut foot, bleeding crazily,
and my love.
of the blood of the innocent, spilt for false pretenses,
and all love.
of the red stripes on the American flag that once stood for courage,
now stands for blood, shed everywhere,
and all of our love.
i remember red, the color of a nation united.
i remember red, the color of our cheeks on a cold winter's day.
i remember red, the color of love.
i remember red, and that is all.

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